I love full moon nights. I believe that myths about werewolves, witches, vampires, and whatever is connected to full moon have origins. When I was a child, I used to leave my bed and wander in the balcony, longing to catch proof; an ounce of spark that would satisfy my vivid – almost realistic imagination. Ironically, I was a very skeptical child, I questioned anything and everything, too curious that I forced my parents to answer my questions bluntly & avoid me. However, when it comes to myths, what’s far and beyond the invisible, I was welling to reach horizon for facts. I never questioned that reality, I was just seeking origins.

I remember every-time I traveled with my family, I would sneak at nights, run to the beach and stare at the waves until sunrise. That’s only when I felt/feel alive. Something about the unknown attracts me, like unearthly magnet. I wonder if my humble existence is naturally attracted to this miraculous force – opposites attract anyway BUT not everyone is enchanted by that.

Now, as I am an official adult, I remain longing for the other realms. However, I discovered that on this insignificant chaotic planet there are also magical forces – invisible, terrifying, bittersweet, strong yet vulnerable….. Forces that can give you everything and take them back in an eye blink. Moments are the absolute definition of PARADOX, they could be boring, draining, long OR magical, short and euphoric. Sometimes I wonder if time travel or dancing through dimensions actually happens during these moments!

I feel that when time and love collide, the human definition of time becomes irrelevant. We simply transcend during few seconds that all the surroundings start to vanish smoothly until everything is blurred yet beautiful, a state of art where feelings takes a physical form and colors are felt not only seen. Time is no longer relevant, you think ten seconds pass in hours and days are not enough..

Exploring our Five senses become addictive, we want to try everything all over again. However, everything is new… Senses change to a spontaneous uncontrollable power. Mind, body and soul unite and transforms to a new fresh being…

An ambiguous presence, intricate not to be abandoned.. She struggles to escape – he grabs her senses… She takes a deep breath, shivering and muddled. Once again; she seizes to run – but she is detained within his ropes.

She is able to leave – but somewhere inside, she does not want to leave. His alluring existence; is her undeniable addiction.

Ironically, for him she is complex layers. For a moment she surrenders, but the next move is dim.. vague and borderline.

She smelled his chaotic thoughts as she surrenders, he was blinded by submission and intense passion. She is aware that love won’t save them, she is aware that it is merely short chapter.

She closed her eyes to reality, blindfolded from her reason, her ego… She gave in to passion, fragile futurity and love… Love that is for him equates possession, and obsession.